Brewmaster

The “Story of Bob” seemed to be a simplistic attempt to characterize Biblical history, theology, and ethics. Although I did find it humorous, this story was stereotypical and displayed, at various points, a poor understanding of the Christian faith. It was replete with theological and philosophical errors. It was worth reading, but I doubt it deserves to be mentioned on the front page of the website.

Demigawd

Would you mind listing a few of those "theological and philosophical errors" you read?

Wyz_sub10

I'll second the request for elaboration.

Provide some examples of erroneous points. I'd be interested in your perspective.

Heathen Dawn

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It's a lampoon of monotheistic religion in general, not just of the Bible.

missus_gumby

Since brewmaster used the word "replete", I would expect a lot more than "some" examples.

Philosoft

What constitutes a "poor understanding of the Christian faith"? Is there just one Christian faith that we don't understand? Maybe, Brewmaster, your problem is that there are so many Christian faiths, any attempt to lampoon Christianity is bound to contain a kernel of truth.

Mad Kally

I wonder if the Brewmaster thought David's story was real?

Fiach

It may well be that we had to invent a God like JHWH (Joe Hovah, as named by an American woman in Utah). I wrote this attempt at poetry for this reason.

Thoughts of An Ancient Farmer

Salty sweat drips from my burning brow
As I strain in the dust behind this plow.
The Sun is bright, the air hot as Hell.
Why I breathe this dust, none can tell.

I cough and ask the gods, “Why oh Why?”
So I gaze into the glare of the empty sky.
Am I punished for some bloody crime
That I can’t recall in this dust and grime?

It must have been a foul sin before my time
By my father, or his, in a past gentle clime.
The sin angered the gods to such cruel rage
They burned the garden of the Golden Age.

Man and woman were sent into dusty fields,
To scratch the dry soil for meagre yields.
“By the sweat of your brow shall ye struggle to live,”
Said the gods without love or mercy to give.

I asked the shaman about the ancient fall.
“How did our father degrade us all?”
Moses the shaman, told us the story
Of Adam’s sin and his fall from glory.

Adam said, “she, the law first did break
When the fruit of knowledge she did take.”
Eve sought truths that the gods deny,
Good and evil, and the first great lie.

They lied that gods made us from mud,
Slime and dust, spit and crud.
They lied about our majestic source.
They feared our leaning the truth, of course.

Gods said magic words, arcane chants,
Animated mud became man without pants.
Shamans in their arrogance and bluff
Deny that we are ancient star stuff.

In future we’ll avenge slandered Eve
Using complex brains we did receive.
There are no gods but Gaga, our mother,
Earth, visible and real, and no other.

Our complex brains Gaga made us evolve
By climate shifts, thinking minds to solve
Alleles, markers, nucleotide codes,
Translocations, repeats, and deletion modes.

She evolved our complex frontal lobes
To send into the cosmos, intelligent probes.
Finding our beginnings in a proto-star core,
A supernova blast, and then we did soar.

Protons fused into atoms of Hydrogen,
Carbon, Oxygen, Sulphur, and Nitrogen.
Off into space they sped trillions of miles.
‘Till gravity collected them into dense piles.

Big piles ignited nuclear-fuelled suns.
Little piles made planets in orbital runs.
One watery planet made life in a mix,
Molecules bonding in a double helix.

The helix bonds lysed and translocated.
Alleles deleted, repeated, and mutated.
Mutation to mutation made most die out.
But some adapted to stand, walk, think, and shout.

Large frontal lobes discovered our kin,
Amoeba, worm, lungfish, and lobefin,
Kangaroo, primate, ape, and mankind.
Gaea evolved our inquisitive mind.

Here comes that shaman to brow beat
My tired body in this burning heat.
He says,” thank god for not making your toils
Worse in this hell, where your sinful flesh broils.”

The shaman tells me I will go up there,
To grovel for gods who never did care.
From this dusty field I will get no relief.
Yet no shaman’s lie will be my belief.

A glob of mud was not my sire.
Eve sought the truth that we all desire.
Our atoms burst from a giant star core.
Across space we sped, 10 billion years more.

We’re not magic mud, not conjured by gods.
We’re star stuff, from a journey against odds.
We formed planets and bonded molecules who
Stood up, thought, and sought what is true.

Fiach (D.T. MacPherson ©)

Jobar

This needs to be elsewhere- how about, mmmmmm, Misc. Disc., OK?

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Blown-up stars' remains rush in
Contracting masses start to spin
Planets, built from lightest gases,
Dust motes in expanding vastness
Culminates in me.
Intricacy.
A mind, beholder of it all
Exaulting dew drop
Blank beige wall
Going to knowing things unguessed
Sun as Earth as Man expressed.

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